CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE GONE

GREYSON’S POV No matter what I did or who I hurt, I still had some moral scruples, which, although loose, were also strong enough to keep me together. She was right in front of me, naked, and those ethics were just hanging on by a thread, but only for one reason: her. Although she had willingly made this decision, I could tell that she didn't know what she was doing; she was unsure, and I couldn't take advantage of that. I couldn't do that to her. It was difficult, just like anything involving her always is, but I pulled through and could finally calm down after I was done covering her up. She seemed shy after that and didn't move to lie down, which I found ludicrous because soon, very soon, she would be used to being bare in front of me. When I eventually got her to get in bed, she did what always seemed to frustrate me like no other thing; she wasn't glued to me like she was supposed to be. If she wasn't taking medication, then I swear to the devil that I would've made sure